Broken Blades Restored

Owain Glendwr
The King is not dead
He lies asleep
In the sons he bred
Ring bugles ring
Your rallying cry
Long live the King
Who cannot die

Murmuring streams
And whispering trees
Bid you awake
And heed their pleas
Leave you the hills
The mine and the fire
Drive you the foe
From every shire

Mourn for your dead
Their blood did run red
Speak you the word
Long gone unsaid
Ring bugles ring
Your rallying cry
Long live the King
Who cannot die